Who knew “I’m sorry” would help me sleep at night
When everything in this world isn’t going right.
I never thought this is who we’d grow up to be,
counting the numbers as they total too many.

Turning out to be dealers and users,
Why couldn’t we stay on the winners and losers?
Self-medication won’t solve anything,
hanging on by a threadbare string.

And I say if I saw these people again,
it’d be too soon,
something like pouring salt into an open wound.

But that’s untrue.

And this is what life is turning out to be
something completely unnecessary,
gone too young, a song left unsung,
I’m starting to sound like a cat’s got my tongue.

We’re playing smoke and mirrors, hiding our fears.
Growing up brings with it too many tears.
Hitting me with a pile of big old bricks
A staying uneasiness that sticks.

And I say if I saw these people again,
it’d be too soon,
something like pouring salt into an open wound.

But that’s untrue.